I’ve recently sharpened my skills in the area of catnaps. This week’s on call has been light, but unconveniently timed, so I’ve been trying to eek out some sleep during my lunch hour, between trouble calls and between peeing and showering.
It’s a skill that I’m becoming very good at.
In the past, when I’ve napped, they’ve been long, drawn out affairs that last an hour or two. This results in my feeling very groggy afterwards and not being able to sleep until 3 a.m. Not convenient for the work week. So I’ve been following Tom’s leading and taking these little five to ten minute catnaps when I can fit them in.
I think I’m becoming so skilled that I can fit them in between a period and a comma during a conversation with a co-worker.
I think the cats have the right idea. Now if I could convince Earl to scratch my tummy instead of just behind the ears.
